My older brother part 2.
When he was 7 and I was 5, he challenged me to a short race to our front door. His constant teasing got to me and so even though I was a good deal smaller I couldn't refuse. He of course won easily, and stuck his arms out to gain that extra bit of distance and touch the door first.

Except he didn't just touch the door but ploughed straight through one of the panes of glass in the door, cutting his arms badly in the process. I don't remember much else except that he ran up the road to where our mum was chatting to a neighbour, leaving a trail of blood up the pavement which was there for days. He needed lots of stitches and has some cool scars.

Also, I'm told I cried more than he did. Embarrassing.
(Stu Moo winner of five nobble piece prizes, Mon 29 Dec 2008, 1:34, Reply)